When Zheng Qing was left scrambling and utterly embarrassed beneath the mansion owner's sharp words, Poseidon finally arrived in the dining room, giving the young wizard a chance to catch his breath.
The Little Fox had originally entered the dining room with elegant fox steps, tail raised, perfectly composed. But the moment it spotted Zheng Qing seated beside Su Shijun, its sudden delight made it lose all composure. With a shriek, it shot into the wizard's arms and chattered nonstop about how hard its life was—having to get up at six every day and go to bed before ten, and so on.
The wizard deeply sympathized, but it was not appropriate for him to promise anything. He could only scratch the Little Fox behind the ears in consolation.
Ding, ding, ding!
The sound of a silver spoon tapping against a glass interrupted the brief chaos. Su Shijun glanced at Poseidon without saying anything, merely clearing her throat.
The Little Fox had wanted to struggle a little longer and remain in the wizard's arms, but a pair of large hands beneath it gave it a push to the side, forcing it into a seat.
The witch gave the wizard a satisfied look and nodded slightly.
Zheng Qing completely ignored the Little Fox's resentful gaze beside him and flashed the witch a broad smile. At the same time, he racked his brains for a way to start the conversation and ask her to become Youzui's thesis advisor.
Following the earlier few taps, the fox maidservants filed in, each carrying a silver platter. They stepped forward in turn and served dishes to the host and her guest.
Head Maid Su Man bent down and quietly introduced the dishes by Zheng Qing's ear.
In front of the boy were Mexican cheese with olive oil,